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remembering things
Apr. 3rd, 2013 11:23 pmi remembered what summer smelled like in camp when i was a kid. it was only for an hour or so. now i can't recall it.
when i was on aol back in the day, like back in the day with my fancy 56k modem, one of my screen names was "fecal kid". it was funny (to me) and absurd, but i remember that i had this baudrillard quote in my profile: everywhere today one must recycle waste, and the dreams, the phantasms, the historical, fairylike, legendary imaginary of children and adults is a waste product, the first great toxic excrement of a hyperreal civilization. i had to have been in art school to be thumbing through one of his books. all that po mo stuff was big then. (he was referring to disneyland, but i thought it gave my idiotic screen name some philosophical credence). the first great toxic excrement of a hyperreal civilization.
im getting to the point where parts of my past are remembered but not lived anymore. that is, i do not understand the nature of myself then. the years that i lived with my first girlfriend are vapor.
the wellbutrin is boosting my sex drive. once a week with AL isn't enough. i'm thinking of turning on my personal ad, but i'm dreading the dates. i don't even know how to dress myself anymore.
when i was on aol back in the day, like back in the day with my fancy 56k modem, one of my screen names was "fecal kid". it was funny (to me) and absurd, but i remember that i had this baudrillard quote in my profile: everywhere today one must recycle waste, and the dreams, the phantasms, the historical, fairylike, legendary imaginary of children and adults is a waste product, the first great toxic excrement of a hyperreal civilization. i had to have been in art school to be thumbing through one of his books. all that po mo stuff was big then. (he was referring to disneyland, but i thought it gave my idiotic screen name some philosophical credence). the first great toxic excrement of a hyperreal civilization.
im getting to the point where parts of my past are remembered but not lived anymore. that is, i do not understand the nature of myself then. the years that i lived with my first girlfriend are vapor.
the wellbutrin is boosting my sex drive. once a week with AL isn't enough. i'm thinking of turning on my personal ad, but i'm dreading the dates. i don't even know how to dress myself anymore.
